I know what its like to lose a friend. I know how badly you want to hate the person who caused the loss of the special friend in your life. Most importantle, I know what its like to understand the person and forgive them
It was a normal day, I went to school in the morning and had a good day. I was supposed to go to cross country practice after school, but my dad was waiting for me in the car with my sister. I asked him why why he was picking me up and he did’nt say anything. About halfway home he started crying, and thats when I knew something was wrong. I asked him if someone was sick or hurt, and he shook his head no. Then I asked if it was our dog Daisy and he just started to cry more. I couldn’t believe it. I cried for hours and did not come out of my room. I cussed and yelled and threw things at the wall and said how much I hated the person who hit my dog on the highway at midnight the night before. My dad showed me a letter the man left next to my dog Daisy who was laid down into a bush next to where she was hit.
I don’t fully remember what it said, but it went something like this “I am verry sorry for hitting your dog. It was an accident and I was not texting while driving, but she ran out of the bush and into the road. Before my car had stopped, I had already hit her. She died on impact so she didn’t suffer at all. I am truly sorry and I feel terrible. Please give me a call when you find this. (his phone number). The writing was shaky, and I could tell the man felt terrible. I thought about it, and realized it was not the mans fault, it was nobodys fault. In my mind I forgave the man. I know Daisy died a happy dog. She loved to explore the neighborhood, and she had done it many times before. She was an escape artist, and she always found a way out, but I know she was happy.
I know what its like to feel empty. I know what its like to hate. I know what its like to want to rewind the past and prevent things, but most importantly I know what its like to understand, and forgive.
It was a normal day, I went to school in the morning and had a good day. I was supposed to go to cross country practice after school, but my dad was waiting for me in the car with my sister. I asked him why why he was picking me up and he did’nt say anything. About halfway home he started crying, and thats when I knew something was wrong. I asked him if someone was sick or hurt, and he shook his head no. Then I asked if it was our dog Daisy and he just started to cry more. I couldn’t believe it. I cried for hours and did not come out of my room. I cussed and yelled and threw things at the wall and said how much I hated the person who hit my dog on the highway at midnight the night before. My dad showed me a letter the man left next to my dog Daisy who was laid down into a bush next to where she was hit.
I don’t fully remember what it said, but it went something like this “I am verry sorry for hitting your dog. It was an accident and I was not texting while driving, but she ran out of the bush and into the road. Before my car had stopped, I had already hit her. She died on impact so she didn’t suffer at all. I am truly sorry and I feel terrible. Please give me a call when you find this. (his phone number). The writing was shaky, and I could tell the man felt terrible. I thought about it, and realized it was not the mans fault, it was nobodys fault. In my mind I forgave the man. I know Daisy died a happy dog. She loved to explore the neighborhood, and she had done it many times before. She was an escape artist, and she always found a way out, but I know she was happy.
I know what its like to feel empty. I know what its like to hate. I know what its like to want to rewind the past and prevent things, but most importantly I know what its like to understand, and forgive.